Every Christmas my grandfather made pizzelles. I can still picture him carrying containers full of cookies up the basement stairs. “Mangia!” he’d say in his booming Italian voice. Then he’d hand out cookies to everyone. I miss him. So every Christmas I make pizzelles in his honor. This year I decided to experiment a little. It actually turned out well – much better than my Epic Fail Fall Cake. Whew! I decided I would create different fillings to sandwich in between two pizzelles and have Eric and Arielle taste test them to see which was their favorite. Notice I wrote Eric and Arielle… not me. First let me begin with the traditional…